At the end of boredom, there is always joy. But this joy always has no beginning and no destination.
This is like me now, who was clearly bored and tormented just now while surveying clues, but now I am slipping into a bottomless underground tunnel alone.
To be honest, I felt really uncomfortable. The dirt and the sticky smell in the air enveloped me.
I really don’t know when it will end!
At this time, I heard bursts of coughing in the air, which heightened my vigilance. At the same time, I also fell firmly to the ground, causing quite a wave.
I endured the pain and fluttered up, squatting in a corner made of stones.
"Fans? Ahem..."
The voice coming from the distance sounded very old, as if it had been buried by the soil for many years. His throat was filled with phlegm, and he was wheezing and wheezing when he spoke.
This person is probably the author of the article, I think, otherwise why would he ask such a question.
"Yes, I admire you very much!" I complimented as best I could, even if my voice was extremely trembling.
"I remember I mentioned in my work that I live in a cave... You couldn't see it, right?"
"Look, I can see it."
"I see, why are you so scared? Little doll."
The figure finally staggered out from the deepest part.
But when he came out completely, I realized it. Where he was swaying, it was clearly the mounds of earth piled on him that were shaking due to the movement of the parasite.
I was so disgusted that I suddenly felt queasy.
No matter what, I can only endure it.
"Because... your aura is so powerful!" I raised an arm to block the flying dust, thought for a moment, and said firmly.
"Hahahahahahahahaha," the old man looked up and smiled brightly, his remaining yellow teeth covered with dirt, "Baby, come with me."
I held my pocket watch tightly, forced an ugly smile on my face, and reluctantly agreed.
The old man turned around and faced the hard wall. One of his hands was easily behind his back, and the other hand was spread out and patted the wall.
Instantly, a "crack-crack-crack" sound came from the opposite side.
Facing the unknown danger, I shrank back and forth in shock. I unconsciously muttered in my heart: Could this also be a person with superpowers?
The wall was completely divided into two halves with regular jagged cracks, and facing us was a cozy room.
"The Burrow," the old man said.
I smiled awkwardly and nodded, but in my heart I was extremely impressed.
Such a sloppy old man actually has such a warm and tidy room.
If I hadn't known better, I might have thought that this was an apartment where a young man in his twenties lived who loved life, but the lighting wasn't very good.
But the most eye-catching thing in this room is the oversized bookshelf against the wall on the left side of the room.
When I say it's "super big," I don't mean it for nothing.
Because from the moment you enter the door to the end of the room, the bookshelves continue to stretch everywhere.
And the old man's collection of books lived up to the expectations of the bookshelf. They were arranged one after another on it, filling it to the brim.
"Awesome, I wrote them all!" the old man said sternly.
"It's amazing!" After hearing this, I was so shocked that I couldn't speak for a while. He could only praise him.
For such a wall of books, tens of millions of words are probably not an exaggeration.
"Then may I ask if you will live longer this year?"
"I am just thirty this year!" The old man said with a smile while stroking his long beard.
An inscrutable look on his face.
"Ah?!" I stared at the "old man" in front of me in disbelief.
I don’t remember anyone who is so mature at the age of thirty!
"Actually, it's strange to say." The old man searched around and found a wooden bench to sit down on. "I closed my eyes and opened them, that's it."
"Grandpa, did anything unusual happen before you became like this?" I asked eagerly.
"This kid! You don't even know my name yet, so you're asking questions! Who else is my grandfather! Ahem..." The old man glared and yelled at me, but unfortunately his throat was choked by phlegm. He was coughing.
"I'm sorry," I immediately stood up and apologized, secretly complaining about the old man's weirdness, and asked, "What's your name?"
"Kaneko Numata." Kaneko Numata glared at me and said with a slight smile on her lips, looking arrogant.
"Mr. Numata, can you answer my question?" I leaned down, barely holding back the raised corners of my mouth, and asked.
"Humph...that day, my sister happened to be on a business trip. Before the business trip, she suddenly whispered a word to me for a while, something like 'time, time'. To be honest, I didn't care at the time. After seeing her off, I went home to take a nap. But when I woke up, I felt pain everywhere in my body. When I looked in the mirror, I thought, Ouch! How did it become like this!"
Kaneko Numata spoke passionately, feeling like an elderly naughty boy.
However, after hearing this, my face darkened.
If the facts are true as Numata family Kaneko said, then this matter must be the work of supernatural powers. But according to my observation, this "old naughty boy" is not yet a superpower. So, I'm afraid I can't adjust his time now, so I can only temporarily wrong him.
But what worries me is that Kaneko's ability to fast forward time seems to be the same type of ability as mine.
This is fucked up.
"Mr. Numata, do you have a photo of your sister in your hand now?" I asked.
"Yes!" Numata Kaneko responded, casually pulling out a handful of identical photos from her pocket.
"Thank you! But Mr. Numata, are you so confident in handing over the photo to me?" I suddenly felt that something was a little strange.
"Hi," Numata's Kaneko waved her hand indifferently, "I have a lot in my hands! Besides, just in case... you can help me find her."
As he spoke, his eyes gradually darkened, and he seemed not to want to continue the conversation.
And it was not convenient for me to say anything, so I just smiled.
I guess Kaneko Numata probably guessed what I did since I fell in here. After all, he is an unknown master who has written so many works, and the city probably has this.
"Mr. Numata, I'll take my leave now." I waved my hand and had no intention of comforting Kaneko Numata. After all, he should be used to it after so many years.
"Baby, I don't know your name yet. Let's go now, can you be polite..." Numata Kaneko's voice was hoarse, and the volume became lower and lower, and finally turned into a hum in her throat.
"My name is Watanabe Siye." I smiled.
"Okay, let's go!" Seemingly satisfied, Numata Kaneko waved her hand and hurried me away.
I shook my head, turned around and looked at him one last time, then picked up the photo and left.
